Author's Note

This story is porn. It is written for the express purpose of sexual arousal and erotic entertainment. As such, the erotic merit of this story will be highly subjective.

The author does not necessarily endorse any of the acts or behaviors presented in this story. Please refrain from ascribing allusions between the fictional narrative of this story and any personal beliefs, proclivities, or biases of the author.

All characters present in this story are 18 or over and legally of age to engage in sexual activity.

Special note: I wrote half of this chapter months before Friendship Games came out.

Shining Armor Does Sunset Shimmer!

Sunset Shimmer stared at Pinkie Pie, face slack with disbelief. "What."

"Pleeeeeeasie-weasie?" Pinkie pleaded, clasping her hands beneath her chin and giving Sunset her brightest, most winning smile and biggest, shiniest blue eyes.

"Pinkie! Just...no!" Sunset said, shaking her head violently.

"But...but..."

Sunset pinched the bridge of her nose. "What even possessed you to ask me to do something like that?"

Pinkie scratched her cheek. "Well..."

* * * * *

Cheese Sandwich sighed and shook his head. "I just don't know," he said. "I mean, they're all kinda...well...gee, what's the word I'm looking for here..."

"Skanky?" Pinkie suggested.

"Yeah, that's the word." He shook his head. "I mean, it's fine for some of the guys? But...I know Shiny. Skanky girls are a major turn-off. If I hired one of those girls for his bachelor party, he'd be totally turned off and miserable."

"Gee...yeah...that's a real problem," Pinkie said. "I mean, it's his last night as a single dude, he's gotta have the bestest time of his life..." She tapped her chin, frowning. "What's his type?"

"Shining Armor likes wholesome girls...girls that are pure, pretty, and sexy without being skanky." Cheese Sandwich shrugged. "Y'know, like the girl he's marrying."

Pinkie laughed. "Wow. I think you're setting the bar a little high there, Cheesie. I don't think you're gonna find a stripper that measures up to Cadance."

Cheese sighed. "True." He shook his head. "I mean, if it was just a matter of finding some naughty girl to get paid to take her clothes off, but...I want to hire somebody Shining Armor will like. Somebody he'll have a good time with, know what I mean?"

Pinkie hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm." She brightened. "I could! ...no, that'd be really weird. For a lot of reasons."

Cheese grimaced. "Yyyyyeah, no offense? I mean, you've got a nice body and all, but I just...don't think you're cut out to be a stripper."

Pinkie shot him a sideways glance. "Is that a challenge?"

"No, it's not! Gah!"

Pinkie giggled. "We'll put a pin in that for now." She shook her head. "No, I just...don't think I'd feel comfortable with that. I mean, this is a bachelor party, you need a girl who's all leather and sass and swinging her hips and..." Her eyes widened.

"Cheese? I know exactly who to hire."

* * * * *

"Forget it," Sunset said, folding her arms. "I am not stripping for Twilight's brother and his drunk horny friends!"

"But...!" Pinkie leaned forward. "Sunset, you're way sexier than all those professional strippers! And you'd have an extra incentive to make sure Shining Armor has a really good time...because he's your bestie's BBBFF!"

"Who I wouldn't be able to look in the eye after, EVER! And then Twilight would be all like 'Sunset, why are you and Shining Armor so awkward around each other?' and I'd be all 'Oh...no reason...' and she'd know I was lying and it'd just—"

"Lying about what?" a new voice intruded. Sunset Shimmer froze.

Twilight Sparkle sat down at the table, a large, heavily caffeinated beverage that probably had more sugar and whipped cream in it than actual coffee in hand. She pushed her glasses up with one finger while she toyed with the straw in her cup. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Sunset said hastily.

"I'm trying to hire Sunset Shimmer as the stripper for Shining Armor's bachelor party," Pinkie said matter-of-factly.

"GAH!" Sunset cried.

Twilight blinked. "Seriously?" She studied Sunset critically as she sipped her drink. Sunset froze, eyes wide in fright. After a long moment, Twilight shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that."

Sunset fell over. "WHAT?!"

"You've got the right body for it, you're not skanky, you're pretty close to the type of girl Shiny always used to drool over before he hooked up with Cadance..." Twilight gestured vaguely with one hand. "It's not like it'd be the worst thing you've ever done."

Sunset stared at Twilight in disbelief. "What."

"See? Even Twilight thinks it's a good idea!" Pinkie said cheerfully.

Sunset slammed her face against the table. "What is wrong with you two," she muttered.

"Didn't you need that really expensive part for your bike?" Twilight said. "The one you can't afford right now and still be able to eat for the rest of the month?"

Sunset frowned. "Well...yeah..."

"Cheesie's paying three hundred," Pinkie said.

Sunset looked up. "Stop pimping me out!"

"I'm not pimping you out, silly! I'm offering you a job stripping at a friend's bachelor party! Totally different thing!" Pinkie grinned. "If I were pimping you out, I wouldn't go less than five."

"Five? Really?" Twilight said. "I think eight would be the minimum."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation," Sunset groaned.

"Oh come on, Sunset!" Pinkie said. "Three hundred bucks to shake your titties at Twilight's brother! You can fix your bike, Shining Armor gets the best bachelor party ever...it's a win-win!"

"I don't think it's a win-win at all," Sunset grumbled. She looked up at the other girls and sighed. "I'll think about it."

"Great! The party's Friday night. Oh, and it's also Shining Armor's birthday. So it's a birthday bachelor blowout!"

* * * * *

Sunset finished touching up her makeup and straightened her top. She had opted to don the outfit she'd customarily worn so long ago, before the Battle of the Bands, before the first time she'd ponied up with her friends. It had been a long time since she'd last worn the orange pleather skirt, the magenta top, the biker jacket, and the purple-and-black flame motif boots. "I can't believe I agreed to this," she muttered.

A knock sounded on the door to Twilight's bedroom, which Sunset was using as her dressing room for the occasion. "You're on in five," Cheese Sandwich called through the door.

"Alright," she replied.

Five minutes later, Cheese knocked on the door again. "We're ready," he said.

Sunset took a deep breath, opened the door, and strode out into the hall, following Cheese. At the entrance to the living room, he motioned for her to hang back. She stood out of view, waiting for her cue.

* * * * *

Shining Armor held out his glass for his friend Pierce to top him off. Around him, the guys he graduated with and some of the guys who had just been starting off at Crystal Prep during his senior year were gathered around, laughing and drinking and having a grand time. Off-color humor ran rampant through the crowd of wealthy, priveleged prep kids, fueled by booze and a general lack of good taste.

Cheese Sandwich, the only completely sober guy in the house, walked in and dimmed the lights slightly. "Everyone, we have a very special treat for our birthday boy and soon-to-be groom," he said.

Everyone sat up, watching attentively. Shining Armor leaned forward, glass cupped in both hands.

"Now, since this is a bachelor party," Cheese said with a grin, "well, there's one thing no bachelor party is complete without."

"Booze!" one of the guys shouted. The others chuckled.

Cheese laughed. "Well, yes, but there's one other thing." He crossed over to the sound system, adjusted the volume and equalizer, and pressed play. A strong, slow, seductive beat pounded out of the speakers, led by a fuzzy guitar riff.

A girl sauntered out of the hall, sashaying her hips as she walked, her wavy copper-and-gold hair swinging behind her. The guys around Shining Armor cheered wildly and let out raucous catcalls.

Shining Armor gripped his glass more tightly and began to sweat, as he was the only one present who actually knew Sunset Shimmer.

Sunset stalked into the room, a superior smirk on her face as she swayed her hips to the beat and flounced her hair. As the singer began to croon sensually in Spanish, Sunset gripped the lapels of her jacket and slowly slipped it down her shoulders, bending low as she did so. The guys hooted and hollered as Sunset's jacket slipped down her arms; she thrust her hips and thrashed her body as she stripped it off, swinging it loosely above her head as she rose to her full height. She handed it off to Cheese, who hung it up in the closet.

Her teal eyes smoldering as they scanned over the partygoers, Sunset danced sensually, her hands caressing her body, her hips, her ass, and her thighs as she swayed to the music. Then, she took hold of the hem of her magenta top in both hands and slowly, teasingly lifted it up, exposing inch after glorious inch of smooth, bare amber skin. Higher and higher the shirt went...

And then she let it fall, smirking at the boys as she turned around and bent low, shaking her ass at them. Then, in one quick, fluid motion, she stripped off her shirt and flung it across the room, standing and whipping around to face her audience, her breasts straining against the too-small wine-red strapless bra she wore. The guys cheered wildly.

Shining Armor drained his glass in one swallow.

Sunset tilted her head back, swaying in place and loving her body with her hands, then raised one booted foot and placed it on the table. Swinging her body forward and letting her voluminous hair curtain her face, she grabbed a half-empty vodka bottle off the table, took a long swig from it, holding her pose long enough to make sure every man present caught a glimpse of the red thong she wore under her skirt. She then climbed fully up onto the table, kneeling down in front of Shining Armor and leaning forward. Smiling seductively at him, she refilled his glass, deftly avoiding the groping hands of the man next to him.

As the fevered bridge began, Sunset stood up on the table and danced, unzipping her skirt and slowly sliding it down her hips. With a deft flick of her foot, she kicked it into Shining Armor's lap, grinning at the look on his face. She then spent nearly a full minute caressing herself, eyes closed, as she danced slowly in place on the table. She turned around and displayed her mostly-bare ass to her audience, daring them to cop a feel.

At a lull in the music, Sunset stepped down off the table and turned to face her audience. Smiling, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. A cheer went up from the men. She smirked and grasped the cups of the bra, shimmying in place as she teased them by letting it fall just slightly...then pulling it back up before her nipples could be exposed. She repeated this several times before finally, with a flourish, stripping the bra away and tossing it into the air.

Shining Armor's friends fought to catch it.

Shining Armor himself could only stare, transfixed, at her bare breasts. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he once again drained his glass.

Sunset swayed her hips and let the drooling, drunk men gawk at her tits for a full chorus of the song before reaching out a hand to Shining Armor. Numbly, he leaned forward and held out his hand; she took hold and pulled him to his feet, then guided him around the table and began grinding against him, pushing her bare breasts against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him and laced her fingers behind his head. His friends hooted and hollered and whooped.

When Shining Armor began to thrust against her, she spun him back over to his seat and roughly threw him back down. She then raised her left foot onto the table and slowly removed her boot, then set it upright on the table, gesturing at it with a flourish.

Most of the attendees fumbled for their wallets and stuffed wads of cash into the boot. Sunset smiled and winked at them, then collected her boot. As the music faded, she turned to saunter back down the hall...then paused, turned back, and grabbed Shining Armor by the collar. His friends clapped and whistled as she dragged him back down the hall to his sister's room. "Wait, what are you—?"

"I've done what I was paid to do," Sunset said. "I'm off the clock now." She smirked at him as she threw him down on Twilight's bed, then closed and locked the door. "This part? Is your birthday present."

"Uhh..." Shining Armor started to look panicked. "Sunset, this..."

"Shh," Sunset said, setting the boot full of money next to her bag on the dresser and removing its match. She crossed over to the bed and straddled Shining Armor, rubbing her tits in his face. He tensed up, eyes wide and sweat beading on his face; Sunset ran her fingers through his hair, then took hold of his hands and placed them on her breasts. Shining Armor relaxed slightly, letting instinct take over; he slowly caressed and kneaded Sunset's tits, licking and biting at her nipples. Moaning, Sunset started grinding against him, feeling his dick strain against his pants. She slid back slightly and undid his pants, freeing his shaft, which she caressed with one hand before sliding forward, rubbing her thong-clad crotch along his length. Shining Armor grunted and groaned as the pressure built; he lost control and came all over her thighs.

Sunset slid off the bed and stepped back. "Happy birthday," she said. "Now, get yourself cleaned up and go back to your party. I've got to get home."

"Uhh..." Shining Armor stared stupidly at her for a long moment, then shook himself. "Uhh...yeah. Yeah. Th-thank you. Umm..." He stood, then stumbled to the door, fumbled with the lock, and shambled down to the bathroom, his pants dragging around his knees.

Sunset snickered, then sighed and started cleaning herself up. Twenty minutes later, she'd changed into the spare outfit she packed, counted her money, stashed it in her bag, headed out the back way, and was well on her way home.

Pinkie and Twilight were waiting for her at her apartment, eating pizza and watching a movie. "So? How did it go?" Pinkie asked.

Sunset grinned. "Well, I can afford to fix my bike." She set her bag down at the end of the couch, flopped down next to her friends, and grabbed a slice. "Hell, I can probably buy a new laptop."

"Did my brother behave himself?" Twilight asked.

Sunset turned and smirked at her. "You might want to burn your sheets."

"GAH!"

Sunset kicked her heels up on the table and laughed.